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"Stereo Cliché, part II "The view from the window" Every second message I get, someone makes at least one comment about my profile pics. Now let me tell you the story of the window, thank you for visiting my profile. It was a couple of years ago. I was having a great time at a little soirée in the City Centre. Classy people living the good life and having window frames with the appearance of hatches, as old as the building. My guy hadn't shown up. Which left me with the role of the "single female", in the company of five couples. Most couples had at least one bisexual partner, judging by their body language. All shapes and sizes and skin colours possible. And the accents...the entire set-up just hitting all the right spots for me. I was smelling divine, as usual, and my hair had that seaside rebel look I love. It was summer, wearing whatever the fuck I wanted, however revealing. I like to be admired on the street in my mini skirts and tight high over the heel boots. That night I was all summery, and radiant, and felt light as a feather. Not my usual vamp outfit I use for work. That night, it was purely for pleasure, and I was really looking forward to it. Even more so, knowing that they had gotten me wrong, all along. Once we got talking, we started emptying one bottle of Prosecco after another. Then, we started touching each other. Just small teasing gestures, nothing too obvious. All, "accidental". The tension was building up. Oh, the hard itch of excited anticipation. I was feeling all that craving, the lust, and I was absorbing all that indecency in. Like a hunter sniffs and then deeply inhales the smell of its prey. I was, calmly and with polite interest, listening to their swing stories, exotic islands hops, and the such. I would say my attitude showed a vivid interest and I sounded pretty knowledgeable, as a bonus. I had heard and seen enough in my line of work. I had, by then, become a natural. I was toying with the idea of owing their desires, their fantasies, shaking their boredom and stretching those little cunts to see how much they could take. They had no idea , not yet, that I wasn't their fuck toy, their "unicorn", "hot milf", "minx" and other labels. I had my box, my professional toys, enough quantity and quality, in my opinion. I couldn't wait getting all those fancy asses in the bedroom and teach each and every one of them a well deserved lesson. The master fucketeer playing the right cords on their tight or loose cunts, little preference I had. Feeling the satisfaction of being in control of them all. Quite a turn on of an image. I was horny out of my fucking dirty little mind. ************* This is a story, a pure fantasy. Any character in the story is entirely made up. Any similarities are accidental and very welcome. Part 1 to be found by searching "stereo cliché" in the forum search. Should I go on? " Intriguing, I identify as an aesthete being and would gladly like to create a virtual possible scenario in the future x | |||
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"Stereo Cliché, part II "The view from the window" Every second message I get, someone makes at least one comment about my profile pics. Now let me tell you the story of the window, thank you for visiting my profile. It was a couple of years ago. I was having a great time at a little soirée in the City Centre. Classy people living the good life and having window frames with the appearance of hatches, as old as the building. My guy hadn't shown up. Which left me with the role of the "single female", in the company of five couples. Most couples had at least one bisexual partner, judging by their body language. All shapes and sizes and skin colours possible. And the accents...the entire set-up just hitting all the right spots for me. I was smelling divine, as usual, and my hair had that seaside rebel look I love. It was summer, wearing whatever the fuck I wanted, however revealing. I like to be admired on the street in my mini skirts and tight high over the heel boots. That night I was all summery, and radiant, and felt light as a feather. Not my usual vamp outfit I use for work. That night, it was purely for pleasure, and I was really looking forward to it. Even more so, knowing that they had gotten me wrong, all along. Once we got talking, we started emptying one bottle of Prosecco after another. Then, we started touching each other. Just small teasing gestures, nothing too obvious. All, "accidental". The tension was building up. Oh, the hard itch of excited anticipation. I was feeling all that craving, the lust, and I was absorbing all that indecency in. Like a hunter sniffs and then deeply inhales the smell of its prey. I was, calmly and with polite interest, listening to their swing stories, exotic islands hops, and the such. I would say my attitude showed a vivid interest and I sounded pretty knowledgeable, as a bonus. I had heard and seen enough in my line of work. I had, by then, become a natural. I was toying with the idea of owing their desires, their fantasies, shaking their boredom and stretching those little cunts to see how much they could take. They had no idea , not yet, that I wasn't their fuck toy, their "unicorn", "hot milf", "minx" and other labels. I had my box, my professional toys, enough quantity and quality, in my opinion. I couldn't wait getting all those fancy asses in the bedroom and teach each and every one of them a well deserved lesson. The master fucketeer playing the right cords on their tight or loose cunts, little preference I had. Feeling the satisfaction of being in control of them all. Quite a turn on of an image. I was horny out of my fucking dirty little mind. ************* This is a story, a pure fantasy. Any character in the story is entirely made up. Any similarities are accidental and very welcome. Part 1 to be found by searching "stereo cliché" in the forum search. Should I go on? " Ah, go on, go on, go on, go on. | |||
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"The view from the window got me all hot. The scene has now moved in the darker comfort of the side alley. I am enjoying all the passionate kissing, and all the groping and squeezing. They push her towards a wall and her skirt is almost ripped off her body. I see her small knob of a cock, utterly hidden in that utterly shameless panties of hers. I was wrong all along. Beautiful outside, but filth written all over her cunt. The type you'd whisper "good girl" in her ear, as you slip the next strangers cock into her mouth. That's quite a view and I want to ask Ralph to take a good shot for me. Ralph's not here. I notice my phone vibrating. I glance at the caller's name and I begin to shiver. I answer hastily. With his deep cockney fuckyou'bout tone of voice: "You bending out the window, smoking, star gazing, just gives me the idea that if I was there to literally start creeping towards you slowly slowly with my big cock out, and throbbing, with pre cum leaking out as I am going to force myself into you, deep, with one long thrust, as I restrain you out of nowhere, I cover your mouth, so passers by walking below can’t quite hear your moans of fear and pleasure...." Just the tone of his voice makes my spine arch, my stomach convulse and my legs quiver. I get my V muscles so stiff sometimes, all that absurd waiting. A combination of fear and agonising pleasure. Like stepping on a sharp glass. Over and over and over. I leave the window and look for my dress, while I hear a knock at the entrance door. Here he is, my beautiful Dom, a classy looking dark haired assured pure God of a man! Scrutinising everybody, knowing nothing to be holding him back from what he wanted, when he wanted. Still on his phone and talking to me. "Then, with my big hand covering your mouth, drill away into you. Hard and true, baby!" Seeing him, in that moment... I was proud of myself. Proud knowing that he will be pleased of me today. Wrapped in the eagerness of getting my well deserved reward. Waiting for my only man, my adored shocking deranged horny legit bastard. Waiting for him all day and every day to mentally fuck me. Hard and true. **** Dedicated to Ivana. Should I go on with the story?" Fabulous  | |||
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"Would love to write with you sometime xxxx" | |||
He knows not to enter on anything but his knees. They are already getting red from his wait in the hallway . Dom is gone . Disappearance as quick and unexpected as arrival .
He bitch-shuffles naked into the apartment hands tethered behind his back I wonder how did Dom get him up here to the third floor like that.
A couple go by in the corridor tight lipped either in horror or intrigued at the scene - I watch as they head to the elevator and imagine their outburst of conversation once clear inside - thankfully the didn’t see my face so won’t link the lone woman at breakfast in Pret tomorrow with the dirty cunt that I am to become tonight | |||
"Thanks for the encouragement Sophistry
He knows not to enter on anything but his knees. They are already getting red from his wait in the hallway . Dom is gone . Disappearance as quick and unexpected as arrival .
He bitch-shuffles naked into the apartment hands tethered behind his back I wonder how did Dom get him up here to the third floor like that.
A couple go by in the corridor tight lipped either in horror or intrigued at the scene - I watch as they head to the elevator and imagine their outburst of conversation once clear inside - thankfully the didn’t see my face so won’t link the lone woman at breakfast in Pret tomorrow with the dirty cunt that I am to become tonight "†********* Aha, a devilish perspective. I do remember yous | |||
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"She devilish indeed , do you want more "***** Hmmmm..Later darling!  | |||
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"Stereo Cliché, part II "The view from the window" Every second message I get, someone makes at least one comment about my profile pics. Now let me tell you the story of the window, thank you for visiting my profile. It was a couple of years ago. I was having a great time at a little soirée in the City Centre. Classy people living the good life and having window frames with the appearance of hatches, as old as the building. My guy hadn't shown up. Which left me with the role of the "single female", in the company of five couples. Most couples had at least one bisexual partner, judging by their body language. All shapes and sizes and skin colours possible. And the accents...the entire set-up just hitting all the right spots for me. I was smelling divine, as usual, and my hair had that seaside rebel look I love. It was summer, wearing whatever the fuck I wanted, however revealing. I like to be admired on the street in my mini skirts and tight high over the heel boots. That night I was all summery, and radiant, and felt light as a feather. Not my usual vamp outfit I use for work. That night, it was purely for pleasure, and I was really looking forward to it. Even more so, knowing that they had gotten me wrong, all along. Once we got talking, we started emptying one bottle of Prosecco after another. Then, we started touching each other. Just small teasing gestures, nothing too obvious. All, "accidental". The tension was building up. Oh, the hard itch of excited anticipation. I was feeling all that craving, the lust, and I was absorbing all that indecency in. Like a hunter sniffs and then deeply inhales the smell of its prey. I was, calmly and with polite interest, listening to their swing stories, exotic islands hops, and the such. I would say my attitude showed a vivid interest and I sounded pretty knowledgeable, as a bonus. I had heard and seen enough in my line of work. I had, by then, become a natural. I was toying with the idea of owing their desires, their fantasies, shaking their boredom and stretching those little cunts to see how much they could take. They had no idea , not yet, that I wasn't their fuck toy, their "unicorn", "hot milf", "minx" and other labels. I had my box, my professional toys, enough quantity and quality, in my opinion. I couldn't wait getting all those fancy asses in the bedroom and teach each and every one of them a well deserved lesson. The master fucketeer playing the right cords on their tight or loose cunts, little preference I had. Feeling the satisfaction of being in control of them all. Quite a turn on of an image. I was horny out of my fucking dirty little mind. ************* This is a story, a pure fantasy. Any character in the story is entirely made up. Any similarities are accidental and very welcome. Part 1 to be found by searching "stereo cliché" in the forum search. Should I go on? " | |||
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